In my last post I wrote about the importance of spending quality time with family. Well, one very important person could not make it to pancake day, so I decided to give him his very own blogpost.

I’m talking about Firmin… aka: Philly the Brave.

Although this is a personal piece, there are times when you just want the world to know what a person means to you. You want to acknowledge them, reminisce and be grateful for what they gave you. Should this piece remind you of someone who sacrificed a lot at some point, I can only hope it encourages you to express your gratitude. Make sure you tell him or her that you remember and that it still means something.

Far too often we postpone those things… and far too often we come to regret it.

After having taken in some of the beautiful landscapes on the way to Savonlinna, it’s time to start writing again. Here’s a summary of what went down the day of the wedding… A rousing tale of rock churches, party trams, bingo cards, candy bars and speeches on David Hasselhoff.

We conclude our mini-series in which we approached flea markets from every possible angle. Looking back, did selling my stuff turn me into a better person? Have I suddenly become rich, enlightened or 200% happier?